This is the last day of the new year

[flattened]

Up and down, into and behind. We'll find that one minute to say some resolution, few will follow, who really wants to. It's just a grasshopper leaping from one blade of grass to the next. Judging from the shade of green, I think it's winter. Yet the sky is clouded with rain and the ground covered in wet. One last day to make this year complete, even if you think it's not. Come out and join me as we sit on this little edge, we'll share some stories of the times and look out and cast dreams about the next one to come. We'll hold hands and close our eyes and think like we're children again.
{and to the one who wears the golden ribbon,-you- I miss your hugs but I haven't let go}